My son inlaw died in a motorcycle crash in 2019. He owned a nice collection of different motorcycles. Guess who loves to ride them? My 19 yr old grandson (son of my deceased SIL). Those bikes are his pride & joy and I think it's how he copes with the loss of his father. Who are we to deny him that? He's also a hunter, a fisherman, a surv…
My son inlaw died in a motorcycle crash in 2019. He owned a nice collection of different motorcycles. Guess who loves to ride them? My 19 yr old grandson (son of my deceased SIL). Those bikes are his pride & joy and I think it's how he copes with the loss of his father. Who are we to deny him that? He's also a hunter, a fisherman, a survivalist camper, a football player, and is currently enrolled in a firefighter/EMS/EMT school.
Condolences. That can indeed happen. It's happened to friends. Riding bikes has risks, and the whole point of riding and training is mitigating risks.
Unfortunately, one doesn't know when a soccer mom in a mini van, dabbing eyeliner while texting and shoving McDonalds to the back seat spawn, crosses a motorcyclist's path.
I want this on my gravestone: "While living, he lived."
My son inlaw died in a motorcycle crash in 2019. He owned a nice collection of different motorcycles. Guess who loves to ride them? My 19 yr old grandson (son of my deceased SIL). Those bikes are his pride & joy and I think it's how he copes with the loss of his father. Who are we to deny him that? He's also a hunter, a fisherman, a survivalist camper, a football player, and is currently enrolled in a firefighter/EMS/EMT school.
Condolences. That can indeed happen. It's happened to friends. Riding bikes has risks, and the whole point of riding and training is mitigating risks.
Unfortunately, one doesn't know when a soccer mom in a mini van, dabbing eyeliner while texting and shoving McDonalds to the back seat spawn, crosses a motorcyclist's path.
I want this on my gravestone: "While living, he lived."